The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

In the dark mountain forest, gusts of chilly wind penetrated to the bone.

Li Muyang, looking at the scene ahead, felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

"This must be the last hurdle, right?"

After ten consecutive days of strenuous effort, Li Muyang had accumulated experience and familiarized himself with the attack patterns of these supernatural beings through a cycle of saving, dying, saving, and dying.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Finally, along with Little Wild Grass and Wei Sandao, he had reached the edge of the vast mountains.

According to Wei Sandao, they were only about twenty-some miles from exiting the mountain range, where they would no longer be pursued by the supernatural beings.

However, in Li Muyang's view, under the dazzling stars, the space between the trees filled almost entirely with these malign entities.

Those beings, with their bizarre shapes and twisted faces, were eerier and more abstract than the ghosts in horror movies.

According to Wei Sandao, these were remnants of the Ancient Era, that once dominated this land.

In the oldest times, the creatures of the world had to offer worship to these supernatural beings to barely survive.

This group of ancient evil gods had once ruled this world.

But now they were confined to the land surrounding Black Cloud Fort, never again able to venture out.

Even without the sensing of a blood oath, these creatures, even if they emerged, could not harm the living.

Even as they wandered through the forest, apart from Li Muyang and his two companions, no creature in the mountains would be harmed, even if they passed directly through these beings.

According to Wei Sandao, what had come out now were merely projections of the creatures, not their real forms, so they could only harm Li Muyang and his two companions.

Under the moonlight, Wei Sandao slapped Li Muyang's shoulder, panting a bit.

"You kid...look...what did you see?"

The originally robust and mighty Wei Sandao had now become pale and emaciated, his cheeks hollowed out as if he had been starving for years, his legs trembling greatly as he walked.

His originally sturdy legs were now thin as sticks, the dry skin clinging to the bones, causing one to suspect that a stronger wind might snap him in half.

Continuously drained by the tentacles, Wei Sandao, who had been under the whispering state for many days, was now truly turned into a dried husk.

Only a layer of skin was left clinging to his ribs, and no one could have imagined that this emaciated ghost was previously that rough and robust man.

Wei Sandao, shaking his hands, uncertainly said to Li Muyang, "Why that expression? Were you scared, kid?"

Li Muyang, staring at the daunting spectacle ahead, sighed.

"It is a bit terrifying..."

The star-filled sky suddenly split down the middle.

A massive blood-red eyeball observed and moved across the vault of heaven, seemingly searching for Wei Sandao's figure.

The ancient evil gods moved erratically in the woods, in the sky, and within the shadows—any one of their eerie silhouettes could terrifyingly haunt children's nightmares.

Yet now, under the moonlight, these scattered evil shadows almost completely obscured the wilderness.

The two most terrifying among them rivaled the sky in height.

On the left, a towering, translucent figure dragged equally transparent white burial shrouds. Measuring thousands of meters tall, its immense evil shadow nearly covered the sky, like a magnificent canopy stretching out before them. In its chest, a blood-dripping candlestick stabbed through, a pale candlestick who's multiple anguished faces could just be made out.

Crowning this evil god was a black blood line nearly indistinguishable in the darkness—the Candle Bone God.

The evil god on the right was equally gigantic. Its limbs trailed long chains, each crossing mountains, meandering across the earth. A sharp, eerie laughter continually emitted from its chest cavity, where beneath its torn divine robe, one could vaguely see the cavity filled with writhing black snakes.

The sharp, piercing laughter of these black snakes sent chills through Li Muyang's scalp—the Black Age God.

These two gods, making their appearance last, were also the only beings truly worthy of the title "God" among all the supernatural entities.

"Now this is really a sight to see."

If it weren't for the game, where could one witness such a terrifying scene of numerous Ancient Evil Gods crawling out together?

In reality, if Li Muyang had seen so many Ancient Evil Gods, he probably would have been scared witless.

Shaking the unconscious Little Wild Grass in his arms, Li Muyang tried to wake her up.

But Little Wild Grass's cultivation level was far lower than Wei Sandao's. Wei Sandao had been drained dry, so naturally, Little Wild Grass's condition was even worse.

The little girl was almost curled up into a ball, her feather-light weight made one wonder how much flesh she had left.

Wei Sandao glared at Li Muyang, saying, "What are you still calling for? She definitely won't wake up."

Gasping for breath, Wei Sandao looked ahead and said, "I haven't seen so many evil spirits, keep leading the way. As long as we get out of this mountain area, we can rest easy, and your Little Wild Grass will recover her health quickly."

At this moment, Little Wild Grass was in a dire state, near death, barely hanging on by a thread.

Li Muyang sighed, carefully tied Little Wild Grass to his front with a cloth strap, and started walking towards the numerous Ancient Evil Gods ahead.

"Then let's fight!"

Just get out of this mountain area, and they could clear the level!

Li Muyang led Wei Sandao forward.

The next second, the sound of chains echoed, and countless black snakes inside the chest of the Black Age God suddenly uttered strange whispers.

Immediately after, the ground under Li Muyang's feet twisted violently, and he and Wei Sandao's bodies suddenly stiffened. Then, bizarre black snakes crawled out of their mouths, and their figures transformed into miniature versions of the Black Age God, crying, laughing, and screaming as they ran towards the wilderness.

[You have ascended, game over]

In his field of view, the game over notification popped up, and Li Muyang had become numb to it.

Although many days had passed in the game, in reality, he frequently experienced game overs.

Now, seeing the game over notification had become numbing, and even the variety of bizarre deaths no longer surprised him.

After all, each Ancient Evil God's method of killing was incredibly peculiar, you could say that there were creative ways to die each time.

"...But is the spirit board also among the Ancient Evil Gods?"

Li Muyang muttered to himself.

Among those evil spirits, he saw a strange evil apparition with a health bar labeled "Spirit Board" above its head.

However, this apparition looked extremely abstract, like a crying skull covered in legs, resembling a fleshy spider, crawling around on the ground, eerily disturbing.

This Spirit Board was the only Ancient Evil God that did not harm Li Muyang and Wei Sandao; it seemed unable to find them.

Even other evil gods seemed to ignore the Spirit Board.

It appeared that only Li Muyang could sense its presence.

Only then did he realize the effect of old lady Gu telling him to drink soup made from that leg bone.

The ability to enhance his stealth mode was clearly related to the Spirit Board.

"It's a good ability, but it's still tough because there are too many evil gods."

Li Muyang closed his eyes and reloaded the game again.

After ten consecutive days of intense gaming, almost without sleep or food, now was the time to reap the results.

The final stage of the third phase, clear it for me!

Li Muyang entered the game, leading Wei Sandao towards the group of terrifying evil gods ahead.